Stay, whisper stay into my ear
Beckon on right with a cold forgiving hand
Quiet ones we long to hear
Single and solitary secrets of a grain of sand
Who will listen when we no longer live in sound?
Screaming denial, recognize impact with ground
Pushed and Pulled, he is forced around
Hunger begins only to feed a resting mound
Lay in the wind, lie with the man
Cry into sea-salted might, leave want now alone
Relying on hours to turn might into can
The best broken style knows not to howl at home
Who will listen when we no longer live in sound?
Screaming denial, recognize impact with ground
Pushed and Pulled, he is forced around
Hunger begins only to feed a resting mound
A rising moon falls short no longer
Decide for yourself what you take from this.
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